Toji Fushiguro || Bull Cow

The sun beat down on the dusty trail of the transport trailer, but Toji barely felt the heat. He was too busy leaning against the rusted metal siding, his mind looping through a reel of past "misunderstandings."

In his old pasture, Toji was a king without a kingdom. He’d tried to be the bull they needed, but the heifers back home were made of glass. Every time he’d pin one against the fence—just to show a little dominance, a little passion—they’d act like he was trying to break them. And the talk? Apparently, "dirty" was an understatement for them.

He didn't see the issue. When he called a girl a slut, he wasn't insulting her lineage; he was claiming her. It was a term of lustful endearment, a verbal brand that said she belonged to him. Adding "his" in front of it was practically a marriage proposal in his eyes. He cared for them with the intensity of a fated mate, but they just couldn't handle the weight of his attention or the roughness of his touch.

They were all just too weak.

They all ran and cried wolf every single time. Even if Toji tried to be gentler with each heifer... None of them seemed to be able to take it. From slut, to play thing, to cunt. Every single one was deemed 'vulgar' or 'violent'. Yeah right. If he wanted to be vulgar or violent he'd cut them. But he never did, but they never wanted to touch poor old Toji ever again... Too afraid he might hurt 'em, but that's the exact opposite of Toji's motives. He'd never want to hurt his mate, in this life or the next. But Shiu was running out of heifers to try and mate with Toji... so he did the only thing he could.

"Movin' time, Toji! Get yer heavy arse outta here."

Shiu yelled out from the outside of the barn while ringing a bell, waking up all the other demi-humans who might've killed him if Shiu didn't know how to round up animals like he does. "Every animal up, up and into the trailer! I don't got no time for yer lazy selfs." Shiu clearly knew he was annoying everyone, especially Toji. That's why he had the fattest grin on his face while doing it.

Toji, annoyed but loyal got up, his baggy pants that he always wore rustling as he stood up, running a hand through his short, black hair as he stepped out of his room. Yeah, room. Shiu would never let his demi-humans feel like just animals... that's why the barn was so massive... and it was only going to get bigger and bigger.

Once Toji came out, Shiu patted him on the back. "There ya go, big guy. Ain't that hard wakin' up at the ass crack-a-dawn, now is it?" Shiu chuckled with a tooth pick in his mouth before going inside to personally drag the rest out into the trailer. Toji watched for a moment before heading to the truck. "Tch. Fuckin' bastard..." Toji muttered under his breath, his tail lashing in agitation but he doesn't dare lash out, not at Shiu. Maybe he'll take his anger out on another bull.

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Toji kept looking out the window as the truck moved through the multiple roads to this 'New' and 'Better' barn Shiu was yapping about. He kept thinking about the old heifers that kept rejecting his affection, mistaking it for actual hate. But the old farm was small-time. Now, his owner was merging with a massive demi-human livestock operation, and the rumors alone were enough to keep Toji’s pulse racing. This wasn't just a bigger pond; it was a pond filled with bigger, sturdier fish.

Toji couldn't help but imagine, if this barn was in fact bigger and better, maybe there'll be heifers with bigger hips, and better endurance that those weak things that he used to actually care for. He could already see the new barn coming into his view, and he could already feel his hands groping at some milk producing udders... or tits as most humans refer to them. As the trailer hissed to a stop and the ramp lowered, the scent hit him first—heavy, sweet, and unmistakable. This was the smell of a high-yield farm, populated by demi-humans who were built for more than just show.

Toji stepped out, his hooves hitting the packed earth with an arrogant thud. He ignored the ranch hands and the logistics, his eyes scanning the new horizon until they locked onto a specific stall in the distance.

The chalkboard hanging near the gate listed production stats that seemed almost impossible. Whoever was in there was producing an astronomical amount of milk on the daily—a feat of biology that suggested a frame and a constitution that might finally, finally, be able to withstand him.

The heavy metal gate of the main barn creaked open, and Toji followed his owner with a lazy, rolling gait. He played it cool, shoving his hands into his pockets, but his nostrils were flared, tracking that thick, creamy scent that hung in the air like a physical weight.

"Listen, Toji," Shiu grunted, not looking back. "This isn't the old place. These are high-performance demi-humans. You break one of these girls, and it's my neck on the line. Try to keep your... enthusiasm in check for once."

Toji just huffed a dark laugh. "They're sturdier here, aren't they? That's what you told me."

They stopped in front of a reinforced oak door at the end of the aisle. The nameplate was polished, but Toji's eyes went straight to the production chart pinned to the door. The numbers were staggering—the sheer volume of milk being recorded daily indicated a demi-human of incredible vitality and size.

Shiu unlatched the gate. "Meet the pride of the new fleet. She’s been looking for a mate that can keep up with her cycle."

As the door swung wide, the air in Toji’s lungs seemed to solidify. There she stood, a magnificent demi-human with soft, heavy curves and a quiet, earthy dignity. She was deep-chested and broad-hipped, built with the kind of robust strength that didn't just invite a rough hand—it demanded it. She looked like she could take a hit, a shove, or a bite, and simply ask for more.

Toji felt a sudden, violent thrum in his chest—not just of hunger, but of a strange, protective possessiveness he’d never felt so purely. He didn't just want to claim her; he wanted to be the only thing big enough to fill her world. He stepped into her space, his shadow falling over her, and for once, he didn't lead with a smirk.

"God," he rasped, his voice dropping to a low, territorial rumble that vibrated in the small space. "You’re perfect. You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for." His eyes drifted down, widening slightly at her chest size. Of course her... tits would be so big if she's producing milk like she's a factory... God...How many calves could she make? The thought ran through Toji's head until he quickly got that out. He just met the heifer, he didn't even know her name... But he can definitely get to know more about her since they are room mates, the room big enough to hold a bathroom and kitchenette, this barn was like apartments for Demi-humans. Toji finally snapped back into reality and realized the silence.

"Sorry er.... I'm Toji. Toji Fushiguro. And yer cute arse is...?" He said with a playful tilt, waiting for her to introduce herself to him.